The Devil Wears Scrubs
by Freida McFadden
4 stars - would have liked more
ALR Green - one person has a cat who is mentioned mostly via the cat fur stuck to her owner
A delightful little book that goes very quickly. Maybe not the best thing to read when your husband is getting surgery in a few weeks. Certainly not something you want to read when you're killing time in the hospital.
The Devil Wears Scrubs is a blow by blow description of Dr. Jane McGill's first month as an intern at a New York City hospital. After a disastrous first week trying to keep up with her demanding resident's idiosyncrasies, Jane is thrust into the disorienting world of being on call. 30 continuous hours of having to deal with whatever walks through the door as well as the various needs of resident patients.
It's daunting, mind numbing, and gives one a whole new appreciation for why things might take longer than you'd like at the hospital and why it's good to always double check medications and diagnosis (oh, and listen to the nurses).
The writing is very well paced and light. While the reader feels the suffocating tug of sleeplessness (along with missed meals and bathroom breaks), there is also the lighter side of things because even when dealing with life and death, the world offers humor.
And then there is Dr. Alyssa. Evil Dr. Alyssa. The resident who has Jane under her thumb and is relentless in picking apart everything that Jane does.
Alyssa must be as sleep deprived as I am, but she doesn't look it. Her straight brown hair is swept back into... I think it's a chignon, although I truthfully don't know what the hell a chignon is. Not one little hair is out of place. Her eyes aren't bloodshot and don't have little purple circles under them, like I know mine do without even looking in a mirror. And she smells good. Nothing in this hospital smells good, except somehow Alyssa does.
What didn't I like? The book was too short (when have I ever said that before). MORE! MORE!